How to Escape from the Yandere’s Crazy Obsession - Chapter 122
It had been a long time since she had felt such terror. Even though it wasn’t her first time seeing it, her hair stood on end from the fear.
Even if it was just a shadow, with no form and no face, she knew it was Vallon.
The shadow moved toward her, its touch chilling her to the bone as it grasped her ankle, the same ankle she had injured long ago.
“V-Vallon…? You’re alive? Ahh!”
“Why? Does setting your sights on any man with a cxck make your filthy hole twitch again?”
With a sharp crack, Leticia’s ankle snapped under the force of the dark shadow.
“All the people around you get hurt because of you. You know that, right? Or did you forget already?”
“Agh…! My ankle…!”
“It’s. All. Because. Of. You.”
“Kyahh!”
Leticia woke up screaming, her body drenched in sweat. Her hair and nightgown clung to her skin, soaked through. Vallon wasn’t dead. He was still out there, watching her, without a doubt.
“P-Paul…”
Instinctively, she knew. Something had happened to Paul.
“Ah!”
Leticia clutched her ankle, realizing it wasn’t just sprained—it was broken, hanging uselessly. The searing pain made her groan as she held onto her leg, writhing in agony for a while.
The next morning, as soon as she woke up, Leticia quickly made a makeshift splint for her ankle and headed straight to the shop.
Every step sent a wave of excruciating pain through her, but she kept moving, desperately hoping that Paul was alright.
But when she reached the shop, the doors were locked. It was past opening time, yet neither Paul nor the owner had arrived.
Her growing anxiety made her head throb painfully.
“No… No way…”
Leticia hurried toward Paul’s house, hoping he might have gone home. But when she got there, all that remained was the charred remnants of the building, now reduced to blackened rubble.
“Maybe… maybe he’s in the hospital?”
Leticia held on to a shred of hope and asked a passerby.
“That house? It caught fire last night. The whole family burned to death. Horrible, really. No one knows if someone set it on fire or if it was an accident…”
Leticia collapsed to the ground, tears spilling down her face.
“It’s… all my fault. All of this… is because of me…”
Paul was dead because of her. Leticia muttered to herself helplessly.
“Because of me… it’s all my fault… but…”
She was heartbroken, crying from the loss, but the most disturbing part was the feeling of relief that crept up inside her.
…Despite the tragedy, she felt comforted… knowing that Vallon was still out there, watching her.
How could she feel both sadness and relief at the same time? How could she explain this twisted feeling? Even though someone had died because of her, she felt at ease knowing Vallon was still alive, that she wasn’t truly alone.
Her lips curled involuntarily into a faint smile, and she was disturbed by the realization. Was she becoming a monster?
But… did it matter?
If this was what it took to breathe, to survive, then so be it.
“Haha… I feel… alive. I feel like I’m alive.”
Leticia fainted on the spot, and once again, she was drawn into a dream.
***
“Huff, huff.”
This time, she wasn’t wandering in the darkness. She was back in the moment when she had struck Vallon. In her hand was the sharp shard of the vase, ready to kill him. Vallon was holding her tightly, grinning sinisterly.
“Go ahead, stab me.”
Leticia hesitated as she looked at the shard in her hand. If she used this to stab him, she could kill Vallon. She knew the way to kill him, thanks to Leta.
If she killed him now, she could be free from him forever. No one else would have to get hurt because of her.
“Leticia, you need to stab me with that shard. It’s the only way you can be free.”
It was strange. She had wanted so badly to be free of Vallon, the one who had ruined her life.
But for some reason, she couldn’t bring herself to strike him down.
Her hand trembled violently.
“Go ahead. Stab me.”
Vallon’s blood-red eyes locked onto hers, as he leaned closer like a snake.
“You’ve always wanted to kill me. So do it. Stab me right in the heart and carve up my face. Kill me.”
In the dream, Vallon taunted her endlessly, urging her to finish him off.
As long as he was alive, you’ll never escape. You have to kill him. It’s what you’ve always wanted.
“I… I…”
Leticia stared into Vallon’s face.
‘Ah…’
She realized.
Despite everything that had changed, one thing remained the same—Vallon was still the only one who looked at her the way he used to.
When she saw herself reflected in his eyes, she felt a surge of exhilaration, as if she had been transported back to the past.
In the end, Leticia couldn’t bring herself to stab him. Even though it was disgusting, even though Paul’s death saddened her, she couldn’t kill Vallon.
Why? Because he was the only one left in her life. He was the only one who had never abandoned her. Her parents, her friends—everyone else had left her. The only person who remained was Vallon.
She was still trapped in Vallon’s grasp, but instead of feeling disgusted, she felt calm.
She realized she was a wretched person.
To feel relieved in such a situation… but being with Vallon was the only thing that made her feel safe and at peace.
In the end, she had lost. Whether she had been brainwashed by him or was just too tired to keep fighting, Leticia couldn’t take it anymore.
She just wanted to rest. Maybe she had been waiting for him all along.
***
When Leticia woke from her dream, she knew where she needed to go. Without hesitation, she made her way to the large mansion with the iron gates.
